Terror

Chapter Sixteen

Bryce stood just meters away from one of the followers, gripping a dented metal chair in both hands. The problem was, this girl had the same power that he did, and he couldn't figure out the proper way to ambush her.

"Just throw the chair at her!" Mia shouted, crouching behind the hospital's dusty desk.

"Eden already killed one of the followers," Bryce muttered, rolling his eyes.

Bryce took a sharp breath and hurled the chair. At the same time, Eden, farther down the hall, fired her pistol. The chair clattered uselessly to the floor, and the bullet passed straight through the girl.

Will stood nearby, gripping another chair. "Well, this is going well," he remarked dryly.

"Is that all you've got?" the girl snarled.

Bryce then recognized that this girl was Lucy due to the black lipstick and eyeshadow she used to wear. He didn't realize she ended up dying, but it was probably when Simcoe burned to ash.

He dashed down the hallway, darting between doors, scanning the rooms. Most were dark and empty—beds overturned, medical equipment strewn across the floor. Then, in the dim moonlight seeping through a broken window, he spotted another chair.

Grabbing it, he crouched low and crept toward the hallway. Sweat dripped down his forehead but he ignored it.

Gunshots cracked again from the hallway. Bryce peeked around the corner and saw Lucy stumble from the bullets. He surged forward and slammed the chair into her.

The impact was enough to send her flying into an adjacent room. Will and Eden sprinted down the hall to back him up.

"I feel like those spies in movies," Will remarked with a grin.

"I'm the helpless victim!" Mia yelled from her hiding spot.

Lucy hit the wall with a grunt, recovering fast. Eden fired multiple times. Will followed with another flying chair.

Bryce glanced down as his weapon—what remained of it. His chair had shattered into metal pieces. He turned and staggered back toward the last room he'd searched. In the corner, he saw a small white dresser.

He bent down, his arms trembling, and hoisted the dresser. He dragged it back to the fight—only to be knocked down by a chair.

It hit him square in the ribs and knocked him into the wall. His head smacked hard against the window, denting the glass. The dresser fell from his grasp and landed on his legs with a sickening crunch.

He cried out in pain as the pressure ached. He tried to move his legs, but intense pain shot through them.

Will hurled another chair, yelling something that Bryce couldn't make out. Eden fired again the air thick with gunpowder and sweat.

"We're running out of things to use," Will said.

Suddenly, Mia came running over, tossing the black office chair on Lucy as she collapsed to the ground. Lucy disappeared as all of them gaped at the sight. Out of all four of them, Mia ended up actually doing something sensible for once.

"Did that actually happen?" Will asked slowly, turning to Mia with widened eyes.

"Eden, say some Bible verse because it's a miracle," Bryce hissed.

They rushed over, and Eden and Will struggled to lift the dresser of his legs. The moment it shifted, Bryce cried out. Once it was off, he still couldn't move. His legs pulsed with pain, each breath a battle.

"Philippians said that I can do all things through him who strengthens me," Eden preached.

"Why do you always have to get injured?" Mia huffed. "You're the tallest."